Chapter. 2 More Unlucky Days
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The sky outside the office window looked overcast, similar to Trystan's equally gloomy face. Sitting in his stately office chair, he stared at his laptop screen with an irritated expression. Several files were thrown on the table in frustration.
"The cooperation with Mr. Thompson is off," he muttered angrily, "And all because of that unfortunate incident this morning... damn it."
He massaged his temples lightly. The thought of Layla-the girl who had thrown eggs at him-still bothered him. He was really going to get back at Layla. If only she didn't have to shower and change first this morning. That cooperation would definitely work.
The door opened softly after a few knocks, Patrick entered with a tablet in his hand.
"Sorry to interrupt, sir. I just wanted to remind you. You have a meeting this afternoon with Dr. Chris Harvey."
Trystan glanced over sharply. "Therapy again?"
Patrick nodded slowly. "For recovery... You know-"
"It's been five years, not since the damn accident," Trystan cut in, his voice heavy, "and there's been no progress at all."
He stood up, walked over to the window, and looked up at the gray sky. His breathing was deep, his eyes seemed to hold something more than frustration.
"People started talking about me. Rumors about my illness have spread. I don't know who and how they spread the news."
Patrick looked down, "Could it be Miss Victoria's family, sir? They're the only ones who knew about it."
"Yeah. Who else? That woman... who I thought would accept me. Turns out she's just like the others. But..."
Trystan squinted, then turned around.
"Do you remember that girl? The one I met that night... on the side of the road. When I accidentally took a stimulant from Hendrix Rodgers who wanted to set me up."
Patrick nodded. He certainly remembered that incident. The dangerous stimulant administered by Trystan's business competitor made his boss lose control-and unexpectedly, only one thing saved Trystan after escaping from the evil plan, which was to take the virginity of a mysterious girl who accidentally crossed his path.
"She was the only one who managed to make my body react. Maybe that damn drug was the trigger. But she's the only one who can make me enjoy it," Trystan said softly, but full of emotional distress.
Patrick sighed softly. "I'm still looking for her, sir. But no name, no identity, no address. Only one clue in the form of a small crescent-like birthmark on her left back. Even that I haven't been able to match with any data."
Trystan frowned. "I'll recognize her if I smell her scent again. And if I find her... I won't let her go."
Patrick gave Trystan a doubtful look. But his head finally gave a small nod.
"Finish my work! I'll come see Dr. Chris Harvey myself," Trystan said as he walked away.
"Yes, sir."
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On the other side, Layla was still busy sending her orders. Unfortunately, on the way, the sky began to cloud over, but it wasn't raining yet. Layla rode her motorcycle carefully, her large delivery bag on her back. The GPS on her phone showed her final destination.
She braked slowly in front of a multi-storey building with a luxurious and modern look. It didn't look like an ordinary residence-but this was the address on the bill.
"Nexus office?" she muttered, trying to reach the customer, but not picking up. Layla was confused. She glanced at her watch and it was more than fifteen minutes.
"How is this? Shopia will definitely get angry later," Layla muttered. Finally, Layla got off her motorcycle and walked towards the reception desk.
She had not yet entered the lobby. Suddenly, Layla's cell phone rang. She hurriedly took out her cell phone.
"Hello, Shopia. What? No! Don't go yet! I'm almost done. Wait! I'll be right back!"
Layla quickly hung up the phone again. Then she went straight into the office. Right at the entrance, Layla passed Trystan. For a moment, both of them stopped. Trystan was a little surprised by the scent of the girl's perfume, which was quite familiar to his nose.
"Sir. I'm glad I met you. Someone in the company ordered food at my restaurant. And I didn't have time to bring her in. I'd be grateful if you could take this inside. She's already paid and her name is on the bill."
Layla handed over the food without much ado. "This is the order. Thank you."
"Hey! Hey, wait!" said Trystan. However, Layla ignored him. Annoyed, Trystan chased Layla and immediately placed the food box in front of Layla's motorcycle. Inevitably, Layla crashed into the box. Before finally stopping. Then quickly approached Trystan.
"Oh, my God! What are you doing?" Layla said angrily. "Look! The food is ruined!"
"I don't care. It's enough to repay what you did to me this morning anyway."
Layla's brows furrowed, confused. "What did you say?"
"Don't pretend to forget! It's because of you that I failed to get cooperation today. And you'll get your comeuppance now!"
Layla quickly left as Trystan was about to walk over. She quickly got on her motorcycle again and quickly left there.
"Hey, wait! Our business isn't over yet!" Trystan shouted, which Layla didn't listen to.
Actually, Layla didn't know what Trystan meant. She remembered that they hadn't met before, but how Trystan's attitude became vengeful, like he had made a fatal mistake with her. Because of fear, Layla immediately stepped on the gas back to Tasty Bite.
When Layla entered the restaurant, she was surprised to see the tables empty and the dirty plates left by the customers. Shopia was also gone. Layla exhaled her heavy breath. Shaking her head with a resigned face, Layla walked to the side of each table and tidied up the plates. However, when passing the cashier. Layla's gaze accidentally saw the open cashier drawer.
"Oh, my God! Why is the cash register drawer open!" Layla immediately checked, her eyes widened as the contents were gone. "Where's the money? There should be a lot here. Could it be.... could it be Shopia who took it?"
Layla quickly picked up her bag. Then she immediately went home to meet Shopia.
It didn't take long for Layla to get home. She quickly stepped inside.
"Shopia! Shopia!" Layla shouted. Her feet quickly climbed to the top floor where Shopia's room was. When the door to the room was opened. Layla was surprised to see Shopia and her boyfriend, Aaron, making love.
"Layla! I told you I'd pick you up later." Aaron said with an angry face.
"Well, it's look like you are bussy right now."
"Sorry, girl. Guess it's time to face the fact."
"Aaron! You even promised to marry me. Why are you cheating on me with my stepsister?"
"Sorry, Layla! I'm just an ordinary man. I need a woman who can keep my body warm. While you never allowed me to do so. Even if you're already a b***h with an illegitimate daughter!"
"What? Haven't you accepted my situation because? I never wanted that horrible incident. I was just a victim." Layla's tears began to fall. Aaron and Shopia put their clothes back on without looking remorseful.
"Hypocrite. You even let that bastard child live until now! How could you lie about that, b***h!"
"Shopia! Watch your mouth! I'm not that kind of woman. And you! What have you done with the money in the restaurant's cash register?"
"Are you accusing me?" Shopia ruffled her loins in a raised tone.
Hearing the commotion in her daughter's room. Meghan, who had just come home, came over.
"Hey. Hey, you three! Why are you shouting? It's making my head hurt."
"Mom. That b***h is already accusing me recklessly." Shopia complained in her pampered tone.
"What?"
"I didn't mean to. It's just...."
Layla explained what had happened at the restaurant. Meghan was immediately furious.
"What? How did that happen? You have to pay for the loss."
"What? But I don't know anything."
Shopia girded her loins, glaring. "You're in charge of the restaurant, aren't you?”
"Yes, that's right. You must pay for the damages or your daughter's treatment will be stopped."
Layla shook her head quickly. "No, I'm not. I'm telling the truth." Shopia's smile grew at Meghan's words.
"What? But where will I get the money?"
Meghan pushed Layla to the floor, "I don't care. I just want all my money back. And don't go home until you get it!"
"What's going on?" Boston Marshal - the father stood at the entrance.
"Look who's here! A useless man. Just like his very stupid b***h daughter."
"Meghan! Watch your language! I'm back with some big news."
Meghan and Shopia exchanged curious glances. "What news are you referring to?"
"My friend Enduro said that Mr. Grayson is looking for a young girl to marry off to his son." Boston said with an excited face.
"Mr. Grayson? That famous billionaire?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Isn't his son the famously impotent Trystan Grayson," Aaron said in a mocking tone.
"What's? Seriously," Shopia replied with a mocking expression as well.
"Hey, listen up! He'll give you a big gift. If you want to marry his son."
"What? Me? Marry that helpless man. I already have much better," Shopia mocked while putting her arm around Aaron's shoulders. Meghan seemed to be thinking, so when she looked at Layla, her smile immediately expanded.
"Then let her be the bride!" Meghan said firmly while pointing at Layla.
"What?" Layla was very surprised by that statement.
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